We are so not having an A-1 day, bereft of any anticipation of another Breaking Bad episode, like, ever.

SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY! As we mourn, I offer these five thoughts on the finale, aptly titled “Felina,” NOT meant as an anagram of “finale” (although it is), according to writer-creator Vince Gilligan, but as an homage to a Marty Robbins song (there was a blink-if-you-missed it shot of a Marty Robbins cassette tape in that car Walt stole in New Hampshire) about a man's obsessive love for a woman by that name. In Walter White's case, of course, his Felina, his ultimate love, his “Precious” as Gilligan put it in Talking Bad after the finale, was his meth lab — the one perfect thing ever created by the chemical transformation of Walter White into Heisenberg. Continue reading →